This in itself was enough to stamp her identity, and we shook our clenched fists exultantly after her.
The night broke rapidly.

In the east a rosy tinge proclaimed the coming sun.

Just as the first glitter of the fiery rim appeared above the horizon, a gray, damp mist swept across the water, coming like an impenetrable wall between the "Yankee" and the chase.
[Illustration: "STAND BY, MEN.

BE READY FOR INSTANT ACTION".].